A total lack of perspective

The New Yorker:

New York has taken to Chick-fil-A. One of the Manhattan locations estimates that it sells a sandwich every six seconds, and the company has announced plans to open as many as a dozen more storefronts in the city. And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism.

Replace "Chick-fil-A" with some halaal brand and substitute "Christian" with Islam and then see how many people cry about mythical racism and phobias. At least, there's a solid argument to be made for the brutality of halaal slaughter but the writer is going bonkers over this:

It’s impossible to overstate the role of the Cows—in official communiqués, they always take a capital “C”—that are displayed in framed portraits throughout the Fulton Street location. If the restaurant is a megachurch, the Cows are its ultimate evangelists. Since their introduction in the mid-nineties—when they began advising Atlanta motorists to “eat mor chikin”—they’ve remained one of the most popular, and most morbid, advertising campaigns in fast-food history, crucial to Chick-fil-A’s corporate culture.

This Clown is outraged over a memorable advertisement with Cows.

Crazy.